What a way to start my birthday, cards, gifts and telephone calls; a Facebook page filled with good wishes and blessing. Rich indeed is the man who has many friends for friendship is truly the only substance which transcends time itself and outlasts the fabric of temporal gifts.
Today, Monday 23rd May 2011, my diary is empty and I will enjoy the privilege of the freedom to enjoy some serendipitous adventure hidden in the hours ahead. It is my practice every birthday to read the words of Almustafa, from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, as he speaks wisdom to the people of Orphalese.
He is asked by an astronomer to speak about TIME and he answers:
“You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream. And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless? But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.”
Kahlil Gibran, 1883-1930 (The Prophet)